Sep 28, 2017
September 28, 2017: Josephine Skriver with fans in Paris.
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September 28, 2017: Josephine Skriver with fans in Paris.
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It was saddening to listen to the empty tone in her voice. Deadened by an unknown force that was clearly beyond his control. A part of him wished to reach over and hug her, whispering gentle words of comfort in hopes that it would mend the damaged child. Realistically, that would probably make everything worse. She made it clear that she desired limited interaction by which her small, slender formed curled up more from his settlement across from her.
His mind toyed with the thoughts that could possibly going through her mind, the source for her woes. Though they were two of the same, how different they came to be. He sighed softly, allowing another pause to caress them in the quiet corner.
". . . You're troubled. Would you like to talk about it?"
The blonde wanted to ensure their connection. If she was similar to him, then she'd like time to actually be alone before opening up. Otherwise he would ask simple questions to unravel the core of her agonizing depression. Hopefully, there would be a bottom to this pit.
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